I Heard A Rumour That We're In Love // Lams (HAMILTON)

Chapter Twelve

A/N: Hey, how are you? I still haven't written anything new because I have zero energy but I still have a few more chapters backed up so this is good. Hope you enjoy this one.

Trigger warnings for underage drinking. I feel like there should be something else but I can't work out what so if anyone has any idea put that in the comments.

John's POV:

Snacks have been distributed. I have a pack of Sugar Quills cradled to my chest like a child, Alex has Fizzing Whizzbees, and Herc and Laf are sharing a packet of Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans.

"Guys," Herc says, popping a bean into his mouth. He grimaces. "The fuck is that? Anyway, Laf and I managed to get our hands on a bottle of firewhiskey." I raise a brow.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Now normally I'd be the last person to object to cracking open a bottle of any alcohol, but normally we don't have Alex around. The chance of any of us getting too drunk and mentioning something we shouldn't is too high.

"Oh John, stop being a buzzkill," Laf waves a hand in my general direction as they hold up the bottle. "Who wants the first shot?"

"I do!" Herc says excitedly. He gets way too hyped up when we have these sleepovers. "I need something to wash away the taste of that bean." Laf passes him the bottle.

"What flavour was it?"

"I dunno. Bad." Herc takes a large swig of firewhiskey, his face screwing up in disgust then relaxing. "When did we last drink together?"

"Before summer," I say.

"It's been to long!" Laf groans, wrestling the bottle from Herc and taking a long swig.

"That was more than a shot!" I yell, pointing at them.

"Fuck you and your tiny English shots!"

"Shut up and give me the bottle," I say, reaching for it. I drink enough to be considered about three shots, then pass the bottle to Alex. The alcohol burns on the way down, leaving me feeling pleasantly warm.

"And you say my shots are big," Laf says.

"I need it to be able to cope with you guys." Alex takes a small drink from the bottle, face contorting with disgust.

"What the hell is that?" He groans.

"That, my dear, is firewhiskey," I say with a smile.

"You guys drink this regularly?"

"Yup. You get used to the burn eventually."

"Speak for yourself," Herc says, his voice muffled where his head is resting in Laf's lap.

"Just because you're lightweight, mon amour, doesn't mean we all are," Laf says affectionately, running their fingers through his hair.

"M'not a lightweight," he mumbles.

"Yes, you are!" Laf and I respond in unison.

"Fuck you."

The alcohol is starting to settle into a warm buzz.

"I say it's time for another round of shots," I say, holding my hand out for the bottle.

"A normal sized one this time?" Alex asks.

"Maybe, probably not." Alex hands me the bottle and I take large swig, smaller than the last, but considerably larger than a normal shot.

We pass the bottle around and Alex looks slightly less horrified after this shot than he did the last one, so that's an improvement. My brain is starting to become shrouded by fog, but that's okay.